You know those days where you are just not in the mood for the Early Intervention people? Even though they are here to help, sometimes I just feel like being left alone. Today was one of those days. I mean...my house is a wreck and my pajamas are still on. Do I really need to deal with this today?
It was suppose to just be Dylan's nurse today, but for some reason she brought a PT with her that I had never even met before. Keep in mind that we have Dylan's pre-op appointment tomorrow and his heart surgery on Tuesday. My mind isn't exactly on PT stuff at the moment. And that is exactly what she wanted to talk about. Well, that and the fact that Dylan needs to work on not tensing up his lower body and needs to continue working on tummy time as soon as humanly possible after his surgery. Ugh. Good grief. Can I please just get through the surgery before worrying about all this other stuff. And can my baby please have some time to heal his little body before jumping back into the tummy time routine. Please.
Blech. My kids were happy as clams before they got here and by the time they left, Dylan was exhausted and hungry and Cassidy was flopping herself all over the floor becuase she didn't like the way that the PT rolled Dylan up in her blanket.
My head hurts.